MidReal Story

Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

Teachen

Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house. Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much. "Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile. She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink. Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."

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I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house. Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much. "Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile. She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink. Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."

Christine Windsor

firstperson protagonist, female, young adult, relationship with Veronica and parents, petite with curly brown hair, curious and naive

Mateo Windsor

side protagonist, male, Christine's father and Veronica's friend, relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette, tall with greying hair, protective and trusting

Veronica Carter

protagonist, female, house sitter and friend of Christine's mom, relationship with Christine and her parents, striking blue hair in a bun, seductive and manipulative

I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until she would knock on the door.

At first, I was furious when my parents told me they were leaving me with someone who wasn't a family member.

I didn't want a babysitter.

But then they told me it was Veronica, and I couldn't help but smile in anticipation.

She’s a friend of my mom’s, and she agreed to house-sit while they were away on their vacation.

I guess they didn't trust me to be alone at the house, no matter how much I begged them.

My parents were a bit overprotective, and it was one of the things that drove me crazy.

Still, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a bit excited to see her again.

I hadn’t seen her in ages, not since the time she came to visit us at our old home.

Veronica was beautiful—stunning even—and every time I saw her, I felt my heart race a little faster in my chest.

I heard the knock on the door and took a deep breath to calm myself down.

I didn’t want to look too eager or excited to see her.

Smiling lightly, I walked toward the door and opened it.

The sight that greeted me almost took my breath away.

Veronica stood there, her blue hair tied in a tight bun, wearing a sleeveless black tank top and a blue form-fitting skirt that showed off more than a hint of her legs.

Christine

I stepped back from the doorway, watching as she wheeled her suitcase into the foyer.

She paused by the hall mirror, adjusting her tank top and making eye contact with me through the reflection.

My face burned as I realized what I had just said.

Veronica turned, walking toward me with slow, deliberate steps.

She reached out and twirled a strand of my curly hair around her finger.

I froze, unsure whether to pull away or lean closer.

The air felt thick between us, heavy with tension.

Veronica leaned in, her perfume enveloping me in its sweet scent.

"You're not so bad yourself," she whispered near my ear.

Her hand dropped to my shoulder, fingertips pressing into my skin.

"Christine, there's something I need to tell you," Veronica said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I swallowed hard, trying to read the expression in her eyes.

"Your parents didn't just ask me to house-sit; they wanted me to keep an eye on you for another reason."

Veronica led me to the living room couch, her hand still resting on my shoulder.

She sat down, pulling me down beside her.

Our thighs touched, and I felt a shiver run through me.

Veronica pulled out her phone and opened her messages app.

She scrolled through the conversations until she found what she was looking for.

Then she turned the phone toward me, showing me a series of texts from my parents.

They were discussing how I'd been staying out late recently, skipping classes, and hanging out with "questionable" friends.

My eyes widened as I read through the messages, feeling a flash of betrayal.

I had no idea my parents were so concerned about me.

Veronica took my hand in hers, her thumb tracing slow circles on my knee.

"They're just worried about you," she said softly.

"I told them not to worry, that I could handle it. They're worried because they think you're acting out. But I know you're just going through a phase."

Her other hand slid up my arm, sending goosebumps down my spine.

"I convinced them to let me handle it my way. I'll keep you in line without being too strict. We can have some fun while still following some basic rules."